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10093https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/14215.htmlMon, 16 Aug 2010 05:09:46 GMTComing To Termshttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/14215.html
This poem is pretty much what gave the ability to come to terms with severed friendships/distance/whatever. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You were first an acquaintance, and then just a friend,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">And sooner than later, best friends &lsquo;til the end,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You were the one I went to when no one was there,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">The one that came to me when no one else cared,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You were the one that made my days worthwhile,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">The one that made me laugh, the one that made me smile,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You were an acquaintance who became my friend,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span>&nbsp;</span>Having someone like you was like a god-send,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">We laughed at the world, we proved them all wrong,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">And we blended together where we didn&rsquo;t belong,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">You offered me strength, and you donated courage,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">When I was with you, you inspired me to forage</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">To hold onto my dreams and to grasp <span>&nbsp;</span>aspiration,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">To share all my thoughts, to behold deep ambition,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span>&nbsp;</span>You were an acquaintance and then my best friend,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">And I thought you would be there until the end,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">But the flowers all withered, the sun went down,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">And soon all the giggles turned into all frowns,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">All that was perfect, was all just a jest,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">The friendship I loved had been put to rest,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I could never forget you and the times that we shared,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">But this was one tie that could not be repaired.</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Some companionships, they can endure all,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">But some are temporary, they reach peak, and then fall,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">They are buried with repent, yet never forgotten,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">They might start to stale, but they&rsquo;ll never go rotten,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">There&rsquo;ll always be a chamber down deep inside,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">That will preserve all the memories with great love and pride.</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">And if, some day, this comes back to life,</p> <p class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">I shall welcome it without trouble, conflict, or strife.</p>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/14215.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13983.htmlSat, 30 Jan 2010 03:20:29 GMTLittle Update That Turned Into Big Update :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13983.html
<p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;">I&rsquo;ve neglected you, bloggie, and I&rsquo;m sorry. It won&rsquo;t- well actually it probably will happen again. I&rsquo;m just a bad blogger, so yeah. Psh, you know that by now, don&rsquo;t you?<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;">So heyyyy, how&rsquo;s everything? Life&rsquo;s been pretty crazy for little old me. I&rsquo;m going to recount EVERYTHING for you blog.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;">Let&rsquo;s see&hellip; last Thursday I had the WORST migraine of my life. I&rsquo;m talking staying-in-bed-all-day-level-ten-head-splitting-agonizing-head-migraine. It was AWFUL. Nobody should have to spend the whole day in bed with a headache to the extent that they can&rsquo;t even drink, walk, eat or TALK. One time I watched a documentary thingy about illnesses that are still undiagnosed mysteries and there was this one lady who said she had migraines so bad that she would think about killing herself because the pain was so intense. I practically CRIED when I heard that because I know exactly what she was going through </span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;apos;Century Gothic&amp;apos;; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;apos;Century Gothic&amp;apos;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">L</span></span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"> But anyway last Friday I worked on scrapbooking and recovered from my headache then Saturday was jet ski day! It was awesome although I got sunburn and broke our jet ski by being on it for too long with Kels. So we talked all day and laughed on the dock and felt the cool spring breeze and got soaked with the ice cold water and went on the boat and generally had a good time. I was so scared when it was just me on the dock and a red car pulled up and I heard &ldquo;HEY&rdquo;. I thought it was some scary, black guy coming to take me away!!! But it was just Victor :P So then we went to Oldtown and that was pretty groovy. Kelsey and I were rocking out in the backseats and this old man was laughing at us because he could see us dancing to Tik Tok and going crazy! Sunday was fun, went to Universal and Katie Habermehl&rsquo;s house and then got ourselves in some trouble involving unicorns, phones, and phony accents </span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;apos;Century Gothic&amp;apos;; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;apos;Century Gothic&amp;apos;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J</span></span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"> Monday was just great! I finished some letters and got to spend like.. the whole day with Aaron! (I love this boy!) (:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;">School was good this week. I have student aid, marine, AP psych, ceramics 2. My marine teacher is blah, psych is amazingly funny, ceramics is okayish, student aid had the peppiest teacher EVER. Mr. K complimented my writing which was good for me and I finally got to find my friends :P My bus keeps coming late though, which is majorly annoying!! I miss Miss Ariel!! So yeah this week&rsquo;s fun fun fun. Aaron and I are doing a letter race and we&rsquo;re STILL waiting, getting kind of impatient haha! Today was so cute. We both went outside to look at the moon so it was kind of like together but not really, if you catch my drift </span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;apos;Century Gothic&amp;apos;; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;apos;Century Gothic&amp;apos;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J</span></span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"> It was really nice to know that there&rsquo;s at least one thing in the world that we can both look at at the EXACT same time! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;">This blog would be so much better but I had to cheer my cousin up, then I got talking to another cousin and a friend from school and then this random guy that always asks me about relationship advice but then leaves when I try to help him? Oh and then I spent like an hour online shopping but had no luck so here I am. Early night for me, I think. I&rsquo;m EXHAUSTED! You know it&rsquo;s bad when I go nap for 2 hours instead of being online!!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;">Love you all!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;">xo Staceyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy<o:p></o:p></span></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13983.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13800.htmlFri, 15 Jan 2010 00:49:22 GMTBest 2 days ever :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13800.html
<p><br /><span style="font-size: medium">Good things that happened in the past 2 days:<br />1. I GOT&nbsp;A&nbsp;97 ON&nbsp;STALMA'S&nbsp;PROJECT.<br />2. My grade in AP lang is now an A :)<br />3. Exempt from Creative Writing.<br />4.&nbsp;Exempt from AP!!!!<br />5. Exempt from&nbsp;Ceramics.<br />6. Exempt from American&nbsp;Government.<br />7. I got 100% on my House project in Ceramics<br />8. Got 100% on my fina project in&nbsp;Ceramics<br />9. Acclaimed for Belmont Ghosts :)<br />10. Drew moustaches on masking tape and stuck beards and tashes to me and RJ's face in Ceramics.<br />11. Watched Eww kid do sexual dance at lunch.. cracked up with Ariel. Pretended to be looking at something else haha.<br /><br />Then there was the poetry snap (mmmmmm)<br />It was so fun. Katie wanted to read SO bad so it was ironic that I went before her &quot;/<br />We ate way too much&nbsp;:)<br />CHRIS burped way too much.<br />Chris poured a drink loudly while some poor girl was trying to read. I laughed my head off.<br />Chris laughed in my poem so I told him to shut up and got laughed at hahaha<br />Rob made up some poem on a napkin. Moses said it was impromtu poetry by Rob the Achor.&nbsp;I laughedat this. THEN&nbsp;he assured us that he didn't need his napkin but out of nowhere.. &quot;I need my napkin!&quot;<br />Katie and Kira's poems were beautiful&nbsp;:)<br />Some poems were creepy. Like that one abortion one about having 12 abortions or something... And the one about the wild beast.<br />Some were really pretty :)<br />Mine was SO awkward and I know I went bright red, so let's not bring that up.<br /></span></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13800.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13396.htmlThu, 14 Jan 2010 01:29:59 GMTSlippery Timehttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13396.html
<br /><span style="font-size: medium">When the minutes turn to hours,<br />And they slip into the past,<br />It's sad to think this moment,<br />Is one more that just won't last,<br /><br />But time is of the essence,<br />And we haven't found the cure,<br />That antidote for loss of time,<br />To stop what makes time blur,<br /><br />My mind preserves our memories,<br />But if time would just abide,<br />I'd have so many more memoirs,<br />With you right by my side (:</span><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/13396.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11645.htmlThu, 07 Jan 2010 01:42:51 GMTSonnet 34, How I Do Love Theehttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11645.html
<br /><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">Oh, how I do love thee with all the world,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">I love thee with the sun, the moon, the stars,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">With Jupiter, Pluto, Mercury, Mars,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">How I long for our love to be unfurled,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">My heart, it beats, it beats only for you,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">My soul yearns for you, even in the night,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">I pray to be with you with all my might,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">I will wait, irrevocably, for you&hellip;</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">I adore you deeply, you&rsquo;ll never know,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">Hold my hand tight and never let it go,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">I promise you hold the key to my heart,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">No matter the miles that keep us apart,</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="" align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim">I fell in love with you long, long ago&hellip;</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Fine Hand&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Gulim"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11645.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11457.htmlThu, 07 Jan 2010 01:22:08 GMTSonnet 4, Letter To Juliethttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11457.html
<p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">My dearest Juliet, how I love thee,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">As soon as I saw your sweet expression,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">I knew you and I were supposed to be,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">I knew you would be my newest obsession,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And I cannot take my mind off of you,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Destiny has brought our souls together,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Surely there must be something we can do?</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Even if not, I&rsquo;ll cherish you forever,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Oh, why must Verona be so unkind?</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Capulets versus Montagues, and I &ndash;</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">I love Juliet &ndash; for her, my heart pines,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Yet the others disapprovingly sigh,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">We can be together darling, don&rsquo;t fret,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Meet me at midnight, my dear Juliet</font></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11457.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11051.htmlWed, 06 Jan 2010 21:53:44 GMTBelmont Ghostshttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11051.html
<p>-written a very long time ago :) -<br /><br />&nbsp;</p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Atop the hill at Belmont View,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">A dingy house looms over you,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You step inside- just for a dare,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And hope that no one sees you there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And when you walk, the floor &ndash; it creaks,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You close the door, the hinges squeak,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You gasp and pray with deep despair,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You pray that no one&rsquo;s living there, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The furniture is draped with dust,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The living room smells quite like musk,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You&rsquo;d think the owner did not care,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But there&rsquo;s a reason he&rsquo;s not there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The dining room had caught aflame,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The party ended in such shame,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Seventeen lives were never spared,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Innocent people perished there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Merely faded in the past,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Souls wander the hallways vast,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Sorrowful feeling they now share,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Remembering that they died there&hellip;</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The eyes or portraits follow you,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Your heart &ndash; it pounds &ndash; what do you do?</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You carry on into the lair,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Although you should not be in there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Inside the house it feels ice cold,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Remind yourself this house is old,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">This home once had much love and care,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">From those that once did reside there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Then from upstairs you hear a wail, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">For some reason you prevail, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You climb the staircase stair by stair</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And tell yourself that no one&rsquo;s there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You now stand on the second floor, <br />There it stands tall &ndash; a lofty door,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You open it and stop and stare,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">At all the wonders you see there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You see a magnificent hall, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And people dancing at the ball, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">They laugh and mingle without care,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Oblivious that you are there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You wonder why you have not fled,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You fear the presence of the dead,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But you can&rsquo;t help but stop and stare,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">At all the ghosts that still roam there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The men wear hats, the women &ndash; shawls,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The little boys wear overalls,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Girls wear dresses with ringlet hair,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">They&rsquo;ve no idea that you&rsquo;re still there,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">You close the door and go downstairs,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And vow never to go back there.</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/11051.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10849.htmlMon, 04 Jan 2010 04:32:17 GMTForrest & Jennay Convo 1 :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10849.html
<font color="#545454"><div>Steph says:<br />Haha. You're some kind of stud?<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />I'm a stud muffin<br />Steph says:<br />Haha. Hell to the yeah,.<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />NO<br />I'm a stud cheesecake.<br />BAM<br />Steph says:<br />Winner.<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />lol<br />you can be a stud McCoy <br />Steph says:<br />Haha. No thank you.<br />I'd rather be something sweet and crumby.<br />Like...<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />Pie!<br />Steph says:<br />Angel's delight.<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />oh okay<br />you're stud angel's delight <br />Steph says:<br />No. <br />I don't want to be a stud.<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />Sigh.<br />Unstud angel's delight <br />Steph says:<br />:(<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />aw what's wrong jennay?<br />Steph says:<br />Unstud.<br />That's what's wrong.<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />:(<br />you said you don't wanna be a stud!<br />I'm not sure what a stud is actually<br />Steph says:<br />A stud is, by popular definition, a male animal that is (a fine/ideal specimen of its kind) used for reproduction purposes.<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />:O<br />Steph says:<br />In other means, it's someone so attractive you just want them for their babies.<br />StaceyJoanne says:<br />I'm not a stud! I'm not a stud!<br />Steph says:<br />Ahahaa.<br />Oh, please quote this on facebook.<br />&nbsp;</div></font>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10849.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10722.htmlSun, 03 Jan 2010 19:49:09 GMTThe boy and the girl :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10722.html
<p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The boy</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Has no idea how compelling he really is,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">How each casual word, each careless phrase</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Stays with the girl,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The girl</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Remembers every little thing he says and does,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Every glance, every movement, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Embedded in her mind,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Locked up in her delicate jewelry box of a heart,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">So that it can be recalled,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Whenever and why ever the girl pleases,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The boy</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Can jokingly utter the three sacred words</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">That the girl longs to hear,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The girl</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Melts and instantly becomes,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Entangled in the web of lust, of love,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The boy</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Has no idea about any of this,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">To him, she can be just a friend,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Or she can be his whole world,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">He really doesn&rsquo;t know.</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">She really doesn&rsquo;t know either.</font></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10722.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10389.htmlSun, 03 Jan 2010 03:32:44 GMTMost Pointless Poem Everhttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10389.html
<br />So this is just completely random.&nbsp;It's a whole lot of similes and metaphors that turns into a bunch of kids terrorizing their teacher haha.<br /><br /><br /><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">On a bright spring day,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Cool and crisp,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The playground comes to life,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The children run, screaming,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Parents stand, chatting,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Chants of &ldquo;bye, mum!&rdquo;</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And &ldquo;see you later, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</span>dad!&rdquo;</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Fill the air,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And the bell&rsquo;s heavy trill,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Washes over the school,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Like ocean waves on sand,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Or ants over a left behind lollypop,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The ants scuttle to the lollypop,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And the lollypop calls out each ant&rsquo;s name,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Often mispronouncing,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Often intimidating the young ants,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">With her harsh glare,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Like a cement gargoyle,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Or a glassy eyed doll,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The doll cries out &ldquo;mama!&rdquo;</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And the eager child picks it up,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Pats it on the back, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Just like Aunty Paula used to do,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">With baby Henry,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">On the weekends,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But when patted too hard,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The baby&rsquo;s detestable wail,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Fills the ears of the child,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Until she can take it no longer,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Then she throws the doll back in the chest,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And runs back to the playground,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">To play with the other kids,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Like so many other days,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Frolicking in the playground like horses, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Sticking together like a school of fish,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Knocking at each anemone,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Then escaping as fast as possible,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And tagging one another, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">To knock at the next reef,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Until that big mean fish,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Chases the young fish away,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And then they go back,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">To the playground,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And they whisper to each other,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Like wind through a willow tree,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Or like the soft breeze running,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Through the haunted house,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">On Wicker Hill,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">That the children from the playground,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Are all terrified of, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Because the floors creak,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And there&rsquo;s a scary shadow,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Lurking on the third floor,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">When the moon shines through the window panes,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">All the children are afraid,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">That it is haunted,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Especially when they can hear,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">The soft breeze,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Which whistles,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Like the teacher at the playground,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">When playtime is over,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And it&rsquo;s time to go back to class,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">In a single file line,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Like obedient army men, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Except we aren&rsquo;t so obedient,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">We like to talk,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And laugh loudly in the corridors,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And make teacher mad,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">So that she has to reach into The Drawer,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And eat the little candies,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">From the bottle that we can&rsquo;t open,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Because it&rsquo;s bad for children,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">At least, that&rsquo;s what Miss Perry said,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">So we stay away from it,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But when Miss Perry rests her head on the desk,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">We love to sift through The Drawer,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And play with the big, red crayons,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">That mummy has at home, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And we love to doodle on her papers,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">From the brown envelope,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">That she spends all class filling in,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And, oh, how we love to play with her stamps,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And her squishy toy,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">That she squishes,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">When she gets upset with us,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">For coloring on the walls with the big, red crayon,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And scribbling on her paper, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And losing her stamps,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But like I said,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">We have to walk in a single file line,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But we aren&rsquo;t good like soldiers,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Who salute and wave to us,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">On the way to school,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">We&rsquo;re bad children,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But our mummies love us anyway,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Because they come back,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">In the afternoon,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Happy to see us,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And they smile at Miss Perry,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Who tries to smile back,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">But she looks like she&rsquo;s in pain,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">Because she&rsquo;s upset with us,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">For coloring on the walls with the big, red crayon,</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And scribbling on her paper, </font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And losing her stamps.</font></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><p class="" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><font face="Calibri" size="3">&nbsp;</font></o:p></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10389.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10195.htmlThu, 31 Dec 2009 02:08:44 GMTMasquerade.https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10195.html
<span style="font-size: medium"><span><span style="color: #008080"><br /></span></span></span><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Those bright colors swirl together,<br /><br />And the spectacle comes to life,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And the music blares joyfully,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She&rsquo;s having the time of her life,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She&rsquo;s dressed to the nines,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">With pearls and diamonds glistening,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Mingling with the other guests,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Curly ringlets dangling down her back, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Her porcelain skin accented,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">With teal eye shadow- so perfect,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And a flawless red pout,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">A flowing white dress to match her</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Dainty pallid heels,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She prances with all the eligible, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">But she can&rsquo;t help but peer across that hall, so full,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Of dancing spectators, watching and waiting,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She looks despairingly at him, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">His eyes are the passage of a troubled man,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Stretching deep into his magnetic soul, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Worn out long ago,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">He is compelling, and she is taken,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She makes her way across the hall,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Each careful step precisely configured,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">His eyes shift direction, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">He grins and his face crinkles,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Her scarlet pout separates,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">An entrancing smile takes over her face,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">For the first time that night, she&rsquo;s truly happy,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">He takes her hands with complete delicacy,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">He holds her close to him,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">His suit smells musty and is sprinkled with dust,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Still, she remains quite impartial, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She rests her head on his chest,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And she sways with him, gently, so gently,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">In the middle of the hall,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">His steady heartbeat embeds itself in her mind,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Until his heart is all she can bare to think about,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She pulls back and looks him dead in the eyes &ndash; his eyes-</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">The only truth in him, or in anyone else,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Everything else is masked, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Everything this twilight is one fa&ccedil;ade, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">But that is the general idea,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">One big masquerade,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She dances long into the night,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">&lsquo;Til the crescent moon grows weary, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And the other guests begin to remove their pretenses, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And they smile, and they laugh,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And they take each other by the hand,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And they lead each other outside, </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Kiss one last time,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And take opposite paths, never to see each other again,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">But she knows she cannot let the man go,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Nor he her,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">He belongs with her,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And she completes him,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">So they continue to waltz,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Until they are the last ones standing,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And the lights are off,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">The sun is rising,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And the birds begin to cuckoo,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She removes her turquoise veneer,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And he removes his,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And they look at reality,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">But just for a few moments,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Before replacing the masks,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Embracing once more,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Sharing one more intoxicating kiss,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And then he disappears,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And she sheds a tear,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Parting in sorrow,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">But a nostalgic sorrow at that,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Because she knows that tonight,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">She will be dancing all night long,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">With the same outfit,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">At the same hall,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">With the same man,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">And they will part the same way,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">The next day,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Because both are ghosts,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Of what could have,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">What should have,</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #008080">Been.</span></span></p><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/10195.html#commentscreativepublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/9507.htmlSun, 20 Dec 2009 05:05:19 GMTChristmas Wish!https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/9507.html
I feel really good right now. <br />It was nothing really, I saw that my really good friend was down and so I wrote her a MAHOOSIVE facebook message and I hope it makes her feel less lonely. I wanted to make her day :) I hope hope hope I do.<br />I'm talking to Josh now. It's 12am. And I am talking to Josh.<br />I am tired. But I am having fun :D<br /><br />Okay so I know what I want for Christmas 100%<br />I want this:<br />For Angie and Bob to get better and for their lives to turn around and start being a lot better than they have recently. <br />I want this SO bad. Angie is one of the nicest people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and she doesn't deserve all this bad stuff. Bob's nice too, and I know how Angie cares about him so much so please can both of them just have a really great Christmas?<br /><br />Loveyou bloggie!https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/9507.html#commentsoptimisticpublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/8448.htmlMon, 30 Nov 2009 02:42:26 GMTLittle Update :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/8448.html
<span style="color: #ff6600"><span style="font-size: medium">Sooo I just thought I should put up an update.<br />It's almost December, which means almost birthday, which means also Macy's Holiday Parade @ universal Orlando!<br />However, I heard that our passes expire in February which means Mardi Gras gets cut short :( SO SAD! I don't think we're replacing them so I don't know what I'm gonna do when they go... Probably sit in my house all day glaring out of the window :(<br />Ummmm what else? Oh yeah, the whole college thing. I. Hate. It. It's so stressy, and people that get in are all annoying about it and people that haven't find reasons to resent those who have. I still don't know what to do. I think I wanna go LS and then UCF, but no idea how to sign up for LS &quot;/ Gotta find out! <br />Other than that:<br />Had a great Thanksgiving. Spent it with Sarah. We spent it going Universal, getting rejected in ET because I don't look like a &quot;Habib&quot;, lining up for Rockit 45 mins but then 2 hours and 10 minutes because it broke down, talking to mormons on mormons.org (bored lol), mysterygogle.com, mylifeisaverage.com... <br /><br />Oh and I found out quite possibly the most important thing ever this weekend. If you like someone, you tell them. No matter what. If I had done that in year 6 and year 7 I would have been AMAZING.<br />See, in year 6 I liked Aaron. And look at us now (well, not now. We're not talking much right now) But RECENTLY, we get on SO well. We talked everyday. Facebook messaged everyday. We were great and I loved it &lt;3<br />In year 7 I kind of liked Charlie. This past week, I've been talking to Charlie. We play guess the lyrics. We like the same food. Same sport. Same music. Same movies. Johnny Depp. I would have gotten on SO well with him if our friends didn't make fun of us all the time! But I never told himm. Or Aaron. Which is why I kind of regret that. :(<br />Other than that, I'm good!<br />iLoveyou Bloggie xxxx</span></span>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/8448.html#commentspublic1https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/7976.htmlSun, 18 Oct 2009 03:34:16 GMTForbidden Fairytalehttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/7976.html
<a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/istaceyy/pic/000080zp/" rel="nofollow"><img height="240" width="160" border="0" alt="" src="//pics.livejournal.com/istaceyy/pic/000080zp/s320x240" /></a><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/7976.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/7716.htmlSun, 11 Oct 2009 16:12:06 GMTS.A.Ts are D.O.N.E!!!https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/7716.html
<span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #33cccc"><br />Thank God they're done- I was about to have a mental breakdown! I've spent 3-4 hours every night studying for them and now that they're gone, I have my life back! It feels so good, although right now I don't know what to do with myself- it seems like I have a lot of spare time right now. Halloween Horror Nights tonight- Chyeah!<br />Um, everything seems well for me right now, I think.<br />Except after the SAT yesterday, I got pressured into going to a party. I wanted to go anyway, but then I found out that you had to bring a date, I was like &quot;ohhh man!&quot; Then I really didn't want to go at all.&nbsp;I was tired and sick- that didn't help with the whole thing.&nbsp;But anyway, when&nbsp;I got to the party, the guys and girls were laying all over the place hugging.&nbsp;It made me feel SO awkward that I ended up spending the whole party with a 9 year old and a 13 year old. I guess it wasn't THAT bad, but I know that if I stayed home, I probably would have been better off. <br />Just so everyone knows, on Monday I'll be back to my hyper self! :)<br />Although not everything is as good as it was 2 weeks back, it's pretty good :P<br /></span></span><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/7716.html#commentscreativepublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6794.htmlWed, 30 Sep 2009 22:46:45 GMTLet's Go, Knights! :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6794.html
<span style="color: #33cccc"><span style="font-size: medium"><br />This week has been really fun! Monday was celebrity day and I came in my dress with curly hair and people told me I was a Barbie doll, so I guess I went as Barbie. I got complimented, so I was excited :D I saw Xavier as Obama and a guy dressed as Bruno.&nbsp;They both looked SO&nbsp;great haha, especially the Bruno.&nbsp;I don't know what compelled him to come to school in short-short overalls and a plaid shirt, a blonde wig and a hat, but whatever it was has skill hahaha.<br />Tuesday was Twin day. Ariel and I were supposed to be twins but that plan pretty much fell through, although we did attempt to be twins.<br />Wednesday (today) was wacky day.&nbsp;I saw two guys in banana suits, two girls in ostrich suits, a guy in a bikini and several guys dressed as girls. Katie and Angie and Ashley looked amazing, and it was SO obvious that they put in more effort than I did haha. Ariel didn't dress up as much as I've been begging her to all week. I liked Sarah's outfit because it was like Red Riding Hood, only not. All in all, it was fun.&nbsp;And it was hilarious in&nbsp;AP&nbsp;Lang when Keith put his bikini bottoms around his knees and Stalma make him pull them back up. But everyone laughed a lot. It was funnier on&nbsp;Monday, though, because he came as Bruno. Tomorrow is class colors, so us sen10rs get to wear blue (which I do anyway) and we have a pep rally thing so I have to bring suncream. Hopefully I can sit with Doug like last time.&nbsp;We had a blast watching all the kids dive frantically for shirts while we just sat there haha. Friday is school spirit day, wahoo! I bet Katie does a good job, because I know I won't lol. <br />Although I've had all this fun this week,&nbsp;I feel really sad. And pretty alone.<br />Everyone I've tried to talk to since getting home has seemed distant and nobody wants to talk.&nbsp;Then the person I've waited all week to get to talk to refuses to talk to me. When&nbsp;I finally got that person, the one that I recently gt reaquainted with and am almost in love with, is upset. And won't tell me what's up. And this person also keeps updating their status with depressing things.&nbsp;I&nbsp;JUST&nbsp;WANT&nbsp;TO&nbsp;HELP but the person won't let me. And it's taking a toll on my previously good mood.&nbsp;Which is why&nbsp;I felt the need to write this instead of my homework. I hope this person still likes me and is up for talking soon, because I could do with some good ole talking fun :S</span></span><br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6794.html#commentspublic1https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6577.htmlSat, 19 Sep 2009 23:59:24 GMTSnuggieshttps://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6577.html
<span style="color: #ff00ff"><span><span style="font-size: medium"><br />I am wearing my snuggie. It's good because I can do mundane tasks such as answering the phone with confidence.&nbsp;I can also blog about how comfortable I am with my new snuggie. Helloooo dad :)<br />Woo for snuggies! Woo!</span></span></span>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6577.html#commentswarmpublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6233.htmlSun, 13 Sep 2009 14:58:34 GMTSunday Mornings :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6233.html
Today I woke up with an incredible urge to swim.&nbsp;So before 9am, I was swimming laps in the icy, turquoise water. It was freezing cold but at the same time, refreshing and invigorating. I did 24 laps, water squats and lifts. Fun,&nbsp;Fun,&nbsp;Fun.<br />I woke up with a headache but after swimming for 45 minutes, the headache went away :)<br />Today I have to print out my short story and maybe work on my video. Hm.. I'm kind of hungry too.<br />I think I'll go eat :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/6233.html#commentsrefreshedpublic2https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5948.htmlSun, 13 Sep 2009 14:54:03 GMTWriter's Block: Do you see psychics in your future?https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5948.html
<lj-template name="qotd"></lj-template>Hahahaha no.<br />That's really dumb. Why would I do something that the online psychic probably tells everyone else, and not follow my plans?<br />https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5948.html#commentswriter's blockpublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5798.htmlTue, 08 Sep 2009 20:31:07 GMT"Ya'll are morons!"https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5798.html
<span style="color: #33cccc"><br />Yesterday was so much fun!<br />* Sarah went on rockit for her first time ever.<br />* We saw A.M.G.L, or Annoying Mardi Gras Lady.&nbsp;She was wearing a mini skirt. Enough said.<br />* We went on the Mummy and rickroll'd everyone on our train... technically :)<br />* We ran behind Oliver sining &quot;Never Gonna Give You&nbsp;Up!&quot;<br />* Sarah went on Rockit again and we made the BEST rockit video ever.&nbsp;(chewing and raising our hands out of the vehicle! loll)<br />* We took some really nice pictures. And some.. not so nice songs.<br />* We saw Aa-drac.<br />* We got called morons by Donkey!!<br />That's all I can think of right now, but it was SO much fun.<br />:)</span>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5798.html#commentschipperpublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5621.htmlWed, 02 Sep 2009 01:24:31 GMTChildhood Best Friend, Sweetheart & Milky Bars!https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5621.html
<p><br /><font color="#00ffff" size="4">This entry is going to be short but I figure I should write it now rather then later. I feel absolutely indescribable.&nbsp;I've finally regained with one of my best friends that I haven't seen for almost 6 years! I felt kind of nostalgic and since I started talking to him on Troy's facebook comments, I haven't stopped smiling. He looks relatively the same and ohmygosh, we practically picked up where we left off. He wants to be a journalist, and so do I. We talked about when we were kids, secret crushes and how we both wanted to get contact again but couldn't. It wasn't the longest conversation, but it felt incredible to finally talk to someone that&nbsp;I was once so close to, again. </font></p><p>&nbsp;</p>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5621.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5187.htmlWed, 02 Sep 2009 01:14:54 GMTCoincidental History Lessons :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5187.html
<span style="color: #00ff00"><span style="font-size: medium">The past few days have been phenomenal. Last Monday I went back to school, pretty sad that the summer was over, and I was expecting the worst time ever. And at the begininning, it kind of was.&nbsp;I had a headache every day and I was generally upset. <br />Mr.&nbsp;Stalma's AP&nbsp;class is such a huge challenge, but I love it! The only time, so far, that I really couldn't stand it was when&nbsp;I got grouped with this one guy who decided to be all <em>eloquent </em>and make me feel like a complete idiot. It was a huge risk for me to take this class but I wanted it because it sounded like something that I could completely get into. But then this guy kept shouting over me and being incredibly rude, and it really got to me! But it's all good now :) Ms. Moses is hilarious, it's such a fun class and I get to spend and hour and a half WRITING every day. I love it, then when I come home, I end up writing more! I get to spend about three hours writing every day! It's awesome and I'm so glad that I got the opportunity :)<br />Ms.&nbsp;DeCerbo's ceramics class can be almost.. bipolar. One day it could be fun and easy, and I could be all excited about my project and then BAM! the next day I struggle insanely and get frustrated and mad. Clay and I, I don't think, were ever supposed to cross paths. But hopefully, I can make it work :)<br />Economics with Mr. Katz is something. At first I hated it because we had to do sheets about presidents and states and I was utterly clueless.&nbsp;But recently, it got better.&nbsp;I love it to bits because we do our work, take notes, then get free time. It's definitely a good thing. I've been using the spare time to work on a poem about a haunted house that is home to dinner party ghosts. <br />Friday was a fantastic day for me though. At least, I think that it was Friday.&nbsp;Might have been Thursday, actually. Whatever.<br />On one of those two days I was sitting in my AP Lang class when Mr.&nbsp;K came in! I was all excited because I hadn't seen him in forever and I really had hoped that he was still at East Ridge, since some of my other favorite teachers got laid off :(<br />And he was there! He had a haircut, but he was there! It pretty&nbsp; much gave me hope for the rest of my teachers.<br />Then on Friday, definitely Friday, I was lining up to get my textbook and I saw... Ms. Broad! I wasn't sure if it was her, but it was! I definitely got all happy because she's amazing (hate that word but it belongs here) and I knew she got laid off. But she got rehired! Yayy! I have to go and visit her! <br />Then on Friday night, Tony and Alex came over and we had a blast! (aww) and then on Saturday we went to Sarah's for a pool party thing. It was actually a lot of fun, this weekend!<br /></span></span>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/5187.html#commentshyperpublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4734.htmlMon, 06 Jul 2009 01:21:21 GMTGreetings From Scribacious Sesquipedalian :)https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4734.html
<div style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #800080">Good day to you, sir. You may notice that my new blog name is Scribacious Sesquipedalian :)<br />Scribacious means &quot;tendency to write&quot; and Sesquipedalian means &quot;characterized by long words/having many syllables&quot;, which I thought was&nbsp;<em>phenomenally</em><em> great </em>(six syllables). Ever since watching a documentary about Michael Jackson (R.I.P), entitled <em>Living With Michael Jackson</em>, and I heard him say that a sarcophagus was &quot;phenomenal&quot;, I have grown a new fascination with the word. This was just a little greeting from me, I really should be getting on with my pre-requisite project, although I'll probably get distracted a few minutes after publishing this :)<br />Night!</span></span></div>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4734.html#commentscontemplativepublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4364.htmlWed, 20 May 2009 20:48:45 GMT"If he were a slave, nobody would buy him!"https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4364.html
<p><br />This week is so STRESSFUL.<br />My senior friends are graduating :( <br />I have to memorize a paragraph.. in Spanish.<br />I *almost* had to go to an award ceremony.<br />The weather has been poor ALL&nbsp;WEEK.<br />Today Summer cried.&nbsp;And I almost cried.&nbsp;It was horrible.<br />I have no idea what to do about clothes tomorrow<br />My iPod is messed up.<br />I still don't have the yearbook.<br />I didn't make a scrapbook to replace my lack of yearbook.<br />I'm poor.<br />GAH- Not fun.</p>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4364.html#commentspublic0https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4136.htmlMon, 18 May 2009 00:29:27 GMTHello there, sailor!https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4136.html
<span style="color: #ff00ff"><span style="font-size: medium"><br />Well, it's been a long time since I wrote for livejournal. No hard feelings though, right?<br />This semester has been one of the most difficult challenges I've had since I moved here. I've had to put up with everything from week-long headaches to panic attacks, to insomnia and just plain stress. I've had the worst times and some of the best times. I walked into algebra II knowing that I would struggle but also with a goal of getting an A. I'm not sure I can get an A, but that never stopped me from trying. I've had an A on two of four report cards, which is miraculous if you ask me. Gym class started out as torture, and to be honest, it still is. We do the same things everyday and I have to put up with some of the most obnoxious people EVER.&nbsp;But that's ok because I have Jess and Summer- and they keep me sane for the hour and a half that I'm stuck in that class. Yearbook has its ups and downs.. The bad part is that I have so many people in that class that I cannot stand. In fact, they really made me so MAD last week because they asked me how to spell my name and still spelled it wrong on my award, which was &quot;most likely to be a mime&quot; :( I was so upset. But then again.. on Friday we held the senior signing party. $400 spent on 65 pizzas- and then everyone got to take one home each. It was a proud moment lol.&nbsp;Earth&nbsp;Space is ok, I guess. I love the teacher; Kasidi, Tiama and Ana are really funny and keep it fun.&nbsp;But it seems that everytime I do badly in Science, I do well in math and vice versa.&nbsp;It's frustrating. I'm trying my best to stay focused and do all my work, but&nbsp;sometimes it's not that easy.<br />But enough with school, this weekend has been awesomeness on wheels!<br />On&nbsp;Friday night Myspace did the most wonderful thing I've ever seen.&nbsp;They put I.M there. They don't know it, but that made my day.&nbsp;I spent a whole hour talking to a very admirable person- thanks to them! But I awoke the next two days with headaches :( It wasn't that bad though, because honestly, I was too phsyched about my conversations and whatnot. Sarah came over and we had a blast (aww). We went on this thing called Omegle- which was the funniest thing ever. We met some Turkish dude named Unal and he nicknamed Sarah Kanka- meaning dude in turkish! Then he randomly left so we spent the rest of the time going in random conversations yelling KANKA. We went in one and said Kanka, and the other person went &quot;Sarah?&quot; It was so&nbsp;FREAKY but so HILARIOUS! Then this morning we went on there again and actually found eachother! Out of over 3,000 people- we ended up talking to eachother! Then on the way home, we stopped at JC Penney and I got The Dress! It wasd a proud moment!<br />I'm tiredish now, so I will go.<br />Stay beautiful ;)<br />Just kidding<br />oxo Staceykins</span></span>https://istaceyy.livejournal.com/4136.html#commentspublic0